Chrome (Like Ooh) Rapsody
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[Verse 1]
Boys on the block told boys on the spot
You gotta a shot youngin’, you ain't gotta get shot
Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock
I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock
Who your leader and where y'all going? My army big enough carry a boeing’
Ride off to the Lox
Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin’ thru my knots
9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz
Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots
You in a grave situation you should look into a plot
Dirt on my name, boy I'm way too smart
Chest full of a pride don't mean nothin’ without heart
One life to live so you gotta make a mark
West side told one thang, don't never rock wit marks
I only rock wit mark, that's my lil brother
That's the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me
I got the dagger back that thang still sharp
I really play the game y'all commentate behind doors
Don't never say my name cuz it might end yours
I never been lazy but I [eye] seen a plenty Forest
Whitaker, the wit of her, good Lord
Ain't got keys like Khaled but I still open doors
A few in my crew flew the coop
The day I fly the coupe I'll probably get woop woop’d
Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin’
Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too
Synesthetic, know everybody won't GET it
I'm patient though, no wonder they regret it
Boys on the block told boys on the spot
You gotta a shot youngin’, you ain't gotta get shot
Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock
I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock
Who your leader and where y'all going? My army big enough carry a boeing’
Ride off to the Lox
Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin’ thru my knots
9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz
Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots
You in a grave situation you should look into a plot
Dirt on my name, boy I'm way too smart
Chest full of a pride don't mean nothin’ without heart
One life to live so you gotta make a mark
West side told one thang, don't never rock wit marks
I only rock wit mark, that's my lil brother
That's the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me
I got the dagger back that thang still sharp
I really play the game y'all commentate behind doors
Don't never say my name cuz it might end yours
I never been lazy but I [eye] seen a plenty Forest
Whitaker, the wit of her, good Lord
Ain't got keys like Khaled but I still open doors
A few in my crew flew the coop
The day I fly the coupe I'll probably get woop woop’d
Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin’
Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too
Synesthetic, know everybody won't GET it
I'm patient though, no wonder they regret it
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